Lenox Square

Atlanta, Georgia

How is it for them now, the ones who stayedBehind us in that place we used to work?Still name-tagged, still clocked-in-and-out, still paidBy the same jerk,

The way we were back then, the year we tookThe same job at the same store for a lark.How many times did we tell the same joke,Curse the same dark?

I learned to fold a dress shirt and to dressLike you, expensively, slightly askew.We spent more than we thought and took home less.Girls took home you.

The last time we ditched early for a sliceAt the midtown patio with dollar pours,We must have killed a pack or more apiece,A dozen Coors.

That was eight years ago and feels like eight.We both have better jobs now, and worse clothes,And others to ask for love. Ask yours. It’s late,And time to close.